PERSONAL

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 225, 3 January 1885, Page 6

PERSONAL

Who is the gentleman in the Terrace that plays cricket on Sunday afternoon? How many more aliases has the gent, who signs himself ' ' A Gent " dealer ? Who was the Avell-known boozer with the; bad leg that lay drunk in Symonds-street ? ' Why has Miss M. abandoned her old lover ? Wait till the clouds roll by, Willie. Did Constable W. enjoy that walk to , Alten Road with the young lady on Sunday night ? Why does Lottie have so many young men on a string? Beware of H. P., of Mercury Bay. Ask Mary and Emily, at the Cl- -n Hotel, to tell what became of those eggs on Christmas Eve. Fancy four girls and a nurse, to say nothing of the mistress, to look after the Prince in that hotel ! That teacher in one of the suburbs who is so attached to the lady teachers should ■ draw himself up with a round turn. It was too bad of Amy to give those '• , pansies to the masher, after George had ) brought them all the way from Onehunga. j What would the dark widow of Victoriastreet say if she heard George telling everyone in the 'bus on Sunday night about the ring? The charming Kate A. has become a perfect tormentor. Having done a mash in all directions, she now laughs at the follies and pains of her victims. What has happened between G. .US..", oi Liverpool-street, and Miss, Q.., of Albertstreet ? Never min^L, 'Ivtary, there's as good a fish in thro sea as ever yet was caught. \k publican says that a policeman who expects another stripe on his jacket for his energy as a spy and informer, deserves twenty -five stripes under his jacket — with the cat. Who was that young lady that almost popped the question to the boss's brother in Victoria-street the other night ? Blanche, you might have waited till you were outside, and then you might have got an answer. i II- the wife of a certain rev. gentleman not a hundred miles from Newmarket does not take more care of her house, she will be favoured with an epistle from the Society for the prevention of cruelty to animals. Verbiiu sap. How Avell Joe L., the masher, looked carrying that large kit of provisions on Saturday night in Wellington- street, and ■what were his reasons for asking it to be tept dark ? Don't do it again Joe, my boy ; you didn't look happy. Why does Agnes, late of Princes-street, tell her friends that she is lady's-maid to a lady making a tour of the colonies, and ■who is living at the North Shoro, when her ■whereabouts is so well known ? All the late Thames girls are on the gui vh-e as to where Jack Gibbons is to be found during his holiday trip in Auckland. We are not sufficiently i-W(ed) as to his whereabouts to inform them. Perhaps they do jaot recognise him with goggles on. That Auckland young lady who lately ■visited Waitara did a wholesale mash there. What a lot of aspiring young bachelors endeavoured to become first favourites by offering the loan of their steeds. They are dreadfully disconsolate since her departure.